Telinda isn't wearing leather pants. Nope. She smiles sweetly at Bertha, waves at Fiona and walks on through the hall.

Bertha nods at Fiona and goes back to her knitting.

Tiarnath> Kaleum strides over from the Northern Weyrs.

You walk out to the landing field.

Werenth is dosing in the afternoon heat, tail twitching fitfully

Elidi> >> Fiona looks over at Bertha and giggles as she watches Telinda walk through.

Rnayth yawns as he comes alert. Head lifts off the ground and eyes blink as he comes awake.

Kaleum looks at the people milling around and then goes into the weyrhall.

Kaleum walks toward the Weyrhall.

Telinda stops as she wanders out of the hallway, and smiles. Ooooh, victims!! The smile grows in intensity as she eyes the people more carefully, giggles, flips the hem of her skirt and wanders back into the weyrhall.

You walk over to the Weyrhall.

Kaleum smiles at Fiona. "Hmmm... looks like something is going to happen in the landing field. Hey you dont happen to have those clothes ready do you?"

Tiarnath> D'clan says "So S'ard, can I intrest you in some wine"

Tiarnath> D'clan follows Kaleum's walk into the hall with his eyes

Telinda blows Kaleum a kiss and then runs and jumps onto a lap of a nearby brownrider, "Hello, sweetheart" she murmers into his ear, "Can I interest you in something?"

Fiona nods some "I have the shirts and tunics mostly done...and two pair of pants..."

Kaleum watches Tel for a moment and realizes what is going on. "Oh wonderful Fiona. These clothes are getting a wee bit tight!"

Tiarnath> S'ard smiles at D'clan, "Of course, I never turn down wine."

Fiona smiles "I'll get them in just a bit."

Kaleum grins and nods at Fiona. "Great, let me know how many marks I owe you."

Tiarnath> D'clan grins, "Come on then and we'll get some. Comming K'laarn, you look like you need it"

Tiarnath> S'ard nods and turns to head towards the weyrhall.

Tiarnath> Nevorth playfully splats into a mud puddle, swishing and swishing his tail."

Tiarnath> K'laarn strides over to the Weyrhall.

K'laarn walks over from the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> D'clan strides over to the Weyrhall.

Tiarnath> S'ard strides over to the Weyrhall.

Fiona nods and smiles "Okay...that'll be fine..." she looks over at Telinda and arches an eyebrow slightly.

S'ard glances around, "Never changes around here."

K'laarn smiles lightly. "Well, whether or not I need wine, I probably won't drink any. Dulls the senses." He quips. His eyes find Telinda again, helplessly.

The brownrider, who's lap Telinda is sitting on, runs his hand down her bare leg, "Tel, you know, you really should go back to wearing skirts again, your legs are far too nice to be hidden in trousers." His head lifts as his Wingleader walks in, casually flipping a salute, "Afternoon, K'laarn" he remarks.

Avatar swoops off from Bertha's lap.

D'clan sends a drudge scurrying for the wine and goes and kisses Kaleum, "Hello love. No it dosen't, unless Haven been decorating"

Kaleum calls to Avatar, who comes and sits on her shoulder. Then kisses Dec back. "Sweetie, hows the day. Fiona has been telling me that my clothes are nearly finished."

S'ard moves to take a seat and flops into it, looking rather tired. He yawns tiredly and thanks the drudge as he delievers the wine.

D'clan says "Thats good. Have you met S'ard dear, he's escaping from the Honshu Weyrlings?"

S'ard grins at D'clan, and winks, "I'm here offically to order their graduations from the smiths."

Kaleum smiles and looks at S'ard. "Umm.. no, I don't think we've met. I'm Kaleum."
graduation presents that is, sighs.

S'ard smiles at Kaleum, "Well met."

D'clan chuckles, "Oh yes, I forgot"

Kaleum smiles and looks at Dec. "Forgot what?"

K'laarn's teeth grind, jaw twitching. He stalks over toward Telinda and reaches over to grab her off of the brownrider's lap and barely constrains himself from doing that, pulling his hand back at the last moment. "Her gold isn't flown yet." He bites out to the brownrider. "So I suggest you get your hands off of her before I punch your face in." He sounds angry, jealous and possessive.

Telinda blinks and smiles sweetly up at K'laarn from her seated position. A hand runs down the brownrider's chest before she jumps up and circles K'laarn, hand trailing across his body behind her, so long as he stays still that is. "Jealous, dear? I'd never have thought it. There's plenty enough to go around you know."

D'clan sighs as K'laarn snaps at the brown rider and murmurs, "I hope she rises soon"

Kaleum glances at Tel, then shifts in her seat looking a bit uncomfortable.

S'ard look over at D'clan, "And I thought it was quiet here, guess not." He sighs and sips from his glass of wine.

Fiona looks over at Telinda and the brown rider and then at K'laarn she then sips her klah and blinks at what Telinda says next thinking maybe she should get inside.

D'clan shrugs at S'ard, "It is. Normally"

S'ard nods at D'clan, "I'm sure." He stretches out, and relaxes.

K'laarn replies at a low growl. "Not as far as I'm concerned." He shoots a dirty look at the brownrider, the temper of his attitude at this moment suggesting with that gaze, some kind of retribution for taking advantage of Telinda at such a sensitive time. "I doubt she'd be sitting on your lap rider if Tiarnath wasn't close to rising. I don't think you'd like to face what happens later, do you?"

The brownrider smirks, "You have to admit she looks good in that dress though" he remarks, leering over at Telinda, "Come here Tel, let me show you the value of a true man!"

Kaleum shrugs and groans a bit at what is going on, then strokes Avatar, who rubs her head against her neck.

D'clan rolls his eyes and says to S'ard, "Then of course we have the occasional idiot determined to get a knife stuck in him" Voice carries across the hall quite well, obiously aimed at the Brownrider

S'ard grins at D'clan, "A few like that at every weyr, they never last long though."

S'ard shakes his head, "I have a weyrling that won't last long either. He can't wait till he can fleece the holders as he puts it. He's from Bitra." He sighs and takes a large gulp of wine.

Kaleum pours herself some klah and tries to smile. "Have you ever seen a queen rise Fiona?"

Indeed, that brownrider just might get himself hurt, if the heated expression on K'laarn's face is any indication. "I may have to let someone else be with her if Tiarnath is caught by another, but I sharding won't before hand." Then his lips clamp together, a mixture of anger and surprise on his face. "Gah. Look at what you do to me woman!" He accuses Telinda. "I've never acted like this, or even cared!

D'clan smiles, "Find a nice coperative holder and let him try and fleece him and make a fool out of himself" D'clan watches K'laarn, Telinda and her new playmate waiting for the comming explosion,

S'ard chuckles at D'clan, "Perhaps that would work." and watches the scene as well. He yawns though, showing he's seen the like many times before in his 21 turns as a rider.

Fiona shakes her head a bit and says quietly "No..." she takes another sip of her klah.

Telinda waggles eyebrows at K'laarn, as she takes a stance between the brownrider and the bronzerider, "Well, I find it interesting" she purrs seductively, a hand running through the blonde curls, "that you should care!" she remarks, "After all, I've never felt better in my life."

Kaleum nods. "Well from the look of things, it might just happen soon."

K'laarn gives Telinda a disgruntled look and then says. "Do what you want, woman." He then turns on his heel and walks away, over toward the serving table. It may perhaps make him seem less than a man, but its obvious from the way he holds himself that it might be the best way to avoid putting some serious hurt onto that brownrider.

D'clan slips his arm about Kaleum and nods, "Too soon" D'clan wordlessly holds out a galss of wine for K'laarn, despite his earlier protests

Kaleum crooks her arm aroound Dec, just to make sure he dosn't get dragon induced to the chaos.

K'laarn nods to D'clan, by that gesture alone thanking him as he grabs the wine. He tilts it up, drinking it in a few swallows and then depositing the empty glass in a bin. He doesn't look any better for the drink, but perhaps in time it'll help soothe just a little.

D'clan mutters to Kaleum, "Werenth... probably... with... Rhayth wins"

D'clan nods in turn to K'laarn

Kaleum nods and takes a sip of her klah.

K'laarn doesn't pay much attention to S'ard's display of boredom. S'ard may have seen it before, and so may have K'laarn, but seeing it, and living and feeling it are probably completely different things. He grabs a meatroll and sits down to tear at the pastry while he tries to get emotions under lock and key.

Fiona looks around at everyone not fully understanding what is going on as she takes a quiet sip of her klah.

Telinda pouts in one of those gold-dragon-induced-kinda-sexy moments after K'laarn and looks around for a new target, the brownrider forgotten behind her. Prancing, and yes, it can only be called that, she wanders over to D'clan, "Well, Dec, you never said if you liked my new dress" she comments, hand stuck provocatically on her hip.

Kaleum watches Tel and squeezes Dec's arm a bit tighter.

Kaleum mutters to D'clan, "... can say... all the... about... me... out of..."

D'clan smiles at Telinda, a bit nervously, a bit appreciatively maybe? "You dress is very nice Telinda, I have to admit I didn't expect to see you in one again"

Telinda grins at D'clan, much pleased by this statement, "Do you think the hemline should be higher? I couldn't decide, it's a new length for me!"

D'clan gives K'laarn a helpless shrug, "Looks fine to me"

Kaleum nervously shifts in her chair and looks around the room.

K'laarn directs a sour look in Telinda's direction. "I don't like your dress." He announces. "When did you get it? I don't recall you planning for a dress quite like that."

D'clan says "Suits you well enough"

K'laarn adds in a low growl. "Looks more like one of those little things you wear to bed sometimes." He doesn't look pleased.

Fiona arches an eyebrow at Telinda as she glances at the hemline and wants to say something about what she thinks of the dress as a seamstress but doesn't as she takes another sip of klah, she doesn't seem comfortable and a look of dissaproval is slightly becoming more prominent in the crease of her brow and the set of her mouth the only thing that hides the blush creeping into her cheeks is her tan.

Kaleum glances up at K'laarn and then Dec, then looks down at her klah.

Telinda shrugs, running a hand up her leg, "Well, I wasn't sure if it should be higher. The weaver is question thought it could go higher, but I wasn't sure!" Vanity?! Yep, most assuredly. "Oh poo!" she directs at K'laarn, "I like it and I mentioned the other day I was getting another." A smile, something primeval in it, "To bed? Is that an offer? Maybe later! I want to show if off first!"

S'ard hides a grin by sipping from his glass.

Kaleum shrugs and looks at Fiona.

D'clan just repeas, "It's very nice Telinda, but any higher and it would be a shirt not a dress"

Kaleum rubs her hand down her pant leg and thinks of some way to change the subject.

There's no way the subject is going to be changed, not with Telinda acting the way she is. Not for awhile anyway. She murmers something to a bluerider who beckons her close, giggling and ruffling his hair before leaning in to kiss him full on the lips, wiggling her behind in K'laarn's direction as she does so.

D'clan shakes his head and murmurs, "Shes going to hate herself later"

Kaleum sighs and leans into Dec, "Yea, I know, wait till tomorrow."

D'clan kisses Kaleum lightly as she leans in and mms in agreement

Kaleum smiles but still feels welll... lets call it tension."

K'laarn just sits, scowlingly where he has for the last few moments. His meatroll is devoured. He watches the way Telinda throws herself at others in a helpless fashion. Envious and jealous he directs looks around the Weyr. "You'd think I'd be used to this by now." He mutters darkly.

Kaleum absently says to herself. "Too bad we don't have our weyrharper, he could play us some toons, we could even dance."

Tiarnath> Werenth tail twitches violently in the heat of the non day sun, well it is the sun warming him isn't it?

S'ard grins at Kaleum, "Too bad you don't have a weyrharper to see first hand and then write a song about her behavior."

A sympathetic resident leans in close to K'laarn, herself affected by the emotions going around, and murmers something seductive in his ear.

D'clan shakes his head at K'laarn, "I doubt you ever get used to it,"

Kaleum looks at S'ard and giggles. "Yea, that is true, could make for a funny song."

S'ard nods at Kaleum and grins, "Definately, yes."

D'clan smiles, "Why don't you do it Kaleum?"

Fiona doesn't say anything as she sips her klah and doesn't even look up now her jaw set tightly but she knows she should stick around and find out as she will be witness no doubt to further activities such as these and will have to deal with it sometime and if she's lucky enough to be searched will be dealing or even doing the same, this thought shocks her a bit and the frown deepens.

Kaleum nods at Dec. "What? play a song?, I'm not good at making them up, but I could play."

Tiarnath> Vagranth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

Tiarnath> Nevorth begins to watch the glowing gold very intently.

Tiarnath> Vagranth warbles as he lands.

Tiarnath> Nevorth warbles a greeting.

Tiarnath> Werenth yawns widely as Vaganth wakes him. Oh my, doesn't apple look, gold, today

Kaleum thinking maybe some of the emotion will drain away from her gets out her flute and starts playing a jaunting little tune.

Two riders across the room, begin dancing and jumping, nearly knocking down a couple of chairs.

D'clan leans back in his chair, swirling his untouched glass of wine an smiling secretively at Kaleum

Tiarnath> J'mis pushes through some bushes and steps into the glade.

K'laarn idily pushes said resident away, annoyed by her audacity. "Don't." Is all he says.

Tiarnath> J'mis spots the gold and goes over to pat Vagranth on the neck, "Now ain' she the pretty one. Hope your wings are feeling strong today."

Kaleum mutters to D'clan, "... make... all the... be... for you... our weyr."

Kaleum pauses a moment to mutter to Dec and then changes tunes. This tune even faster than the one before it.

Fiona looks up and smiles a bit at Kaleum "I didn't know you could play.."

Kaleum looks at Fiona and finishes her song. "Yup, I was a harper before I impressed. Haven anything you would like to hear?"

D'clan nods to Kaleum, "Thankyou" D'clan smiles proudly at Fiona, "Kaleum used to be a Harper"

Tiarnath> J'mis walks toward the Weyrhall.

Telinda stops her fawning on the bluerider and this time makes her way to K'laarn. Musical laps this is called. She plonks herself down, glaring momentatily at the resident, and then wiggles to get comfortable. Wiggle to get comfortable might not be the only thing though dressed as she is.

D'clan groans as Jmis comes in, great, here comes trouble

J'mis looks around the hall, then with a whistle spots what he's looking for, "There she is, looking just as bright." He goes over and pulls out a chair not too far from K'laarn and his current lapful. "Well, if it isn't the pretty Telinda. If you're looking for a good lap, look no further than right here." He plops into his chair and gives his thighs a slap.

Kaleum looks at Tel and then decides to play another tune. She launches into another toetapping fast tune.

Tiarnath> Rnayth twitches his tail back and forth as he too glances over near the gold and gazes in a semi-rapt fascination. He rumbles deeply, nostrils flaring as he breathes in. A soft croon emerges with the next breath, soothing and coaxing. She may be asleep, but he appears to fancy her all the same.

Tiarnath> Tandrum enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

Tiarnath> Werenth whips his neck back and forth, his eyes whirring dangerously as he eyes his rivals

Tiarnath> Tarric enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

Tiarnath> Nevorth croons at the glowing gold, he may be a blue, but he still thinks he could catch a gold.

K'laarn sighs and wraps his arms around Telinda. His grip is a bit tight, though not painfully so. "Perhaps I can keep you here for a 'while'?" He pleads. It seems more to keep her away from others though than anything else. He looks to iritated for much of anything, though.. that lap wriggling does do wonders.

D'clan grins wickedly, "You know maybe you could get Fiona to make you a dress like that dear"

Telinda giggles at K'laarn, "I won't have you trap me here" she says wriggling a little more to get free. Meanwhile she beams across at J'mis, "Hello there" she remarks, her bare foot reaching across towards his lap, "That lap certainly looks..." she pauses, then "interesting" she purrs.

J'mis grins and winks baudily back at Telinda, "I'm sure it's got enough interesting points to keep you entertained for quite some time missy, why don't you come check it out."

K'laarn just sighs. Well, it probably was hopless to think he could do anything to prevent Telinda from doing whatever she wanted.

Fiona looks over at D'clan sending him a dissaproving look at the suggestion she make such a thing and she wouldn't have called it a dress...nope not a dress.

Telinda smirks over at J'mis, K'laarn just about forgotten now as she jumps up, not bothering to readjust her hem of her dress -- not like it'll go much higher, but.. "Interesting?" she asks, tilting her head sideways, "Perhaps I should try it out."

Loud laughter comes from the kitchens as they discuss the riders and their antics.

A drudge squeals as a rider pinches her good and solid as she was walking away.

J'mis beckons her with his hands, "Just hop right on and see. I'm sure you'll find something to interest ya." He then grins and reaches out, trying to catch Telinda's wrist as he cackles.

S'ard just shakes his head, trying hard not to laugh.

K'laarn just sourly gives J'mis a threatening glare. Though he does nothing to back it up. He considers musingly as he mutters. "I should give Telinda a taste of her own medicine."

D'clan smiles and gently removes Kaleum's flute from her hand's and tugs her towards his lap, "I don't think anyone is listening love"

S'ard looks at K'laarn, "Oh ? Going to sit in some bronzerider's or brownrider's lap ?"

Telinda holds her hand out of the way, tsking at J'mis, "No touching unless I say so!" she teases, leaning in close enough for the heady perfume to be smelt, lips close to the assistant weyrlingmasters ear.

Kaleum grins and nods, resettling herself on Dec's lap. "I think you are right." Then gives him a kiss.

K'laarn smiles twistedly at S'ard and remarks, "Maybe a brownrider's, if its a woman."

D'clan kisses Kaleum, wrapping his arms about her, "There, thats's bettter"

Tiarnath> Tandrum stops right where he is and freezes in place. Tandrum looks over his shoulder at the Steward as if he's blind. "Look. Dragons." He grins at Tarric and starts rearranging the missive bag so he can get to his hidebook. A stubby writing stick gets applied and Tan merely stands there writing down his first impressions.

J'mis chuckles and holds his hands back away, smiling though, "Better start a touching then, or I'm sure some other missy will scoop me up and your chance will be gone."

An oceanic blue appears from *between* and chirples curiously as he lands.

A brownrider reaches out and attempts to grab Telinda as she prances by. "Come here you."

K'laarn mutters another quip. "Why the shard does everyone have to fawn and fondle Telinda when they know syhe normally wouldn't like it?"

Telinda muses thoughtfully at J'mis, "I don't like competition! It changes the rules!" she remarks turning her back towards that brownrider trying to get her attention.

J'mis snaps his fingers and gets up from his seat, going over to pinch one of the kitchen girls as she tries to clean up a table in the back.

Smiles and grabs Telinda as she comes into range, giving her a long kiss. "There ya be, more of that ya know."

Tiarnath> Werenth sits on his haunches, statuesque like and making as much movement. Only a flicker of his tounge tasting the air betrays he is still alive as he warches the golden beauty

Tiarnath> Tarric pauses a few steps behind the journeyman, glancing over the dragons, catching their shifting and alert states he moves also a little towards the main part of the Weyr.

Kaleum frowns a bit. Then looks at Dec. "I've told Nev he can't go, he a bit angry, I don't want him going up.

Tiarnath> One eyelid flickers open and an eye settles on Tiarnath as Javanth rumbles softly, his tail flicking back and forth idly.

Tiarnath> Javanth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Javanth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

Kaleum sighs and looks at Fiona. "It starting, the dragons will be blooding."

Telinda laughs, "Not very tantilising though is it?" she remarks to the rider, "Had better, much better!"

D'clan bruses his fingers over Kaelum's face, "Well his heart is in the right place"

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Javanth moves towards the the feeding grounds below.

S'ard frowns, "Javanth... what..." and starts cursing softly, calling his bronze a number of imaginative names, as he says and drains his wine, "And I thought it was going to be nice and quiet here."

Tiarnath> Werenth flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Werenth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

Fiona frowns and nods a bit but asks innocently "Blooding?"

Tiarnath> Vagranth tilts his head to the side, then sniffs at Tiarnath as she sleeps, then jumps into the air.

Tiarnath> Vagranth flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Vagranth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

D'clan chuckles, "guess your timing was bad"

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Vagranth moves towards the the feeding grounds below.

S'ard nods at D'clan, "To say the list, bad timing, definately."

Kaleum nods. "The dragons are sucking the blood from the beasts and will soon go up in flight after the gold."

Tiarnath> Nevorth bugles his anger for not being able to follow.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Werenth moves towards the the feeding grounds below.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Vagranth lands directly ontop of a herdbeast buck, crushing it's legs under the impact. He then gives a trumpet and swings his head down to suck the blood from the screaming beast.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Javanth lifts his head from the beast he just finished draining, and roars loudly at the other males. He tosses the beast to one side, turns and with one swift move pounces on a second beast, killing it instantly.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Noeth moves towards the the sky over the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Noeth soars to the broad Landing Field below.

Tiarnath> Noeth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

Tiarnath> Elny uses the straps to lower herself down to Noeth's knee, and then jumps to the ground.

Tiarnath> Nevorth croons and warbles shaking his head back and forth, back and forth.

Kaleum frowning and looking very upset.

S'ard frowns as well, as he puts down his glass, and turns his eyes to Telinda.

Tiarnath> Elny quickly strips Noeth's riding straps off, giving the brown a pat on shoulder and ducking when she's done. Noeth takes off immediately.

Tiarnath> Noeth flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Noeth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Wings outstretched, sparkling a miriad of colours as they reflect Rukbat's rays, Werenths soars in a low, level flight above the feeding grounds. The fluidity of his muscles as he half-beats his wings betrays none of the lust that burns ruby-red and deep violet in his eyes. Below him the wherries run before him, scattering as they sense death from above, flocking together as if such numbers could save them from him. Suddenly he dips his wings, his tail flickering whiplike through the sky and air cracking against the membrane of his wings. The dive takes him close to his prey, he neatly plucks the defensless bird from the ground with a shiny talon, blood showering in red mist.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Noeth moves towards the the feeding grounds below.

K'laarn stands slowly and glances around the room. Then his gaze falls on Telinda for a moment, the glance extremely revealing toward his current emotions of a mixture of affection, desire and anxiety.

Tiarnath> Rnayth growls softly as Javanth and others approach the feeding grounds. He leaps up into the air and soars toward them and the grounds himself, determined to have his own share of the animals.

D'clan sighs and gently prods Kaleum, "Maybe you should get up love, Werenth has started"

Tiarnath> Rnayth flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Rnayth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Rnayth moves towards the the feeding grounds below.

Kaleum nods and sits down next to Dec.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Noeth bugles as he lands on a herdbeast buck, snapping the animal's spine. He lifts again momentarily to carry his prey away from the other males and then tears the animal's throat, drinking greedily.

Tiarnath> Fairly well engrossed with the spectacle unfolding before him, Tandrum almost fails to notice the arrival of yet another dragon and rider. He offers a bow but gets distracted by all the noises coming from the feeding grounds and never gets a chance to introduce himself.

Fiona rubs her hands together and nods a bit then crosses her arms and looks at Telinda for a moment and then K'laarn, she begins to feel a little sorry for him as she turns back to the table she asks "Telinda had no real control over how she is behaving?"

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Its life drained with its blood, Javanth's second beast is tossed to the side as was the first. His swirling eyes gaze upon the other meals, his tongue darting out to catch a few drops of blood dripping from his snout.

Tiarnath> Elny strides over to the Weyrhall.

Kaleum shakes her head. "No."

Elny dumps her riding straps in a corner and strips off her jacket and helmet. "Shards and shells..."

Dragon> Flight sense that Tiarnath becomes fully awake in an instant -- no longer the exuberant gold that likes to play in the mud, no longer resting like a sleeping babe swaddled in a crib -- alert, fully aware of her surroundings and acrimonious with primeval passions, the taste for blood no longer hidden by the soporific of sleep. She shudders once, throwing off the last vestiges of her slumber -- molten hide glowing in the growing sunset, augmented in the light that filters towards her. She glances towards the feeding grounds and snarls, low and deep -- tail lashes and wings snap open, inconsiderate of others nearby - then in a blink of a heartbeat, she launches herself into the sky and towards her feeding grounds, and her herdbeasts, which certain males seem intent on desecrating.

Tiarnath> In the feeding grounds, Vagranth claims another beast, it's squeels muffled in it's own blood. He gives it one quick shake and with an audible snap the squeeling ends.

Mirfle cheeps at Elny.

Tiarnath> You soar to the sky over Southern Weyr.

Fiona nods a little and sighs "It must be hard..."

Tiarnath> You soar to the sky over White Sands Lake.

Tiarnath> You soar to the feeding grounds below.

Tiarnath> Werenth guts his kill in midair, dropping the dark offal on the ground and heightening the terror of the prey still living. With a deep throated roar he pumps his wings for a dive. His hide ripples, as sinew and tendons do their work beneath, shimmering like liquid metal. Plummeting rapidly towards the ground. With poise he touches the ground, his long, blood streaked talons tearing great swaths of the earth. With a contemptuous flick of his tail he snaps the neck of heardbeast, the bones crunch and the pitiful creature is dead before it thumps to the ground. With a challenging bellow to the other males Werenth mantles his kills, wrapping his wings tightly about them and hiding the sight of their carcasas being torn asunder. It does nothing to muffle the awful sounds. Werenth grows bright as the blood fueled lust travels through his ichor filled arteries.

Tiarnath> Rnayth glides over toward the feeding grounds from the Landing field with a half-beat of his wings. He slows, wings pumping twice as he skirts the feeding grounds. He snarls at the other males before he chooses out his prey with careful precision. Ivory teeth flash as his muzzle opens and flesh curls back from them. Then he's diving in a swift stoop toward the fleeing and scattering creatures below, already scared by the invasion of other dragons intent on killing. His claws, sharp and vicious range out just ahead of him as he leans heavily against the side of a herdbeast that just wasn't fast enough to get away. He savages it, claws tearing it apart, teeth rending its head from its neck. His tongue flickers out, snakelike and laps excitedly at welling blood.

Tiarnath> Javanth turns and with a snap, kills yet another beast. He ignores it though as he raises to his haunchs and bugles loudly to the glowing queen. Admiring her beauty for a moment with his lust filled eyes, he turns and snatches yet another beast, talongs digging through its flesh as his mouth lowers to drain it of blood.

Tiarnath> Noeth leaves the drained herdbeast behind and snags a terrified wherry as it runs past. With one bite, he opens the beast's neck and begins drinking. Whirling violet eyes track his rivals and the glowingly golden queen.

Telinda stops short, aware of her surrounding as the mental link between her and her lifemate snaps into place. "Shaffit!!" Eyes glaze and arms come up to hug her elbows. "Blood, blood" she starts the chant.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath lands, backwinging to slow her descent. Talons that are extended in magnificent fury grasp for purchase in the dirt of the feeding grounds, leaving a long, ragged scar in their wake like that that might trail behind a large ship. The need for blood sings in a silent symphony through her veins and arteries, fueling her desire as ichor demands it's price. Her eyes, amethyst flawed with spinner-fine traceries of ruby, take in the males for a moment, then they are ignored - no more that VTOL's and a nuisance besides. Attention focuses on the source of the sanguine fluid, already set to screaming and bleating in the pens by the arrival of the males.

Elny joins the group of brown and bronzeriders converging towards Telinda.

S'ard just stays where he was sitting, staring unblinking at Telind.

J'mis leaves behind the serving girl he was bothering and swaggers back over to Telinda, eyes a-glow. He brings up his sleeve to whipe away a bit of drool then leans against a chair, staring at the goldrider.

Tiarnath> Third beast drained, Javanth turns from his last kill to watch the gold make hers. His talons dig into the blood-soaked ground for support, his wings fluttering once in anticipation.

K'laarn rubs a hand over his brow. He looks a little more nervous than he ever has before. However, seeing J'mis approach Telinda, he strides over that way either to intercept, or join him, or prhaps just to protect the goldrider.

Telinda's hands go white drained of all blood, as her arms drop and her fists clench tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Eyes hard, locked into a dance of wills that the pair have previously experienced she continues her litany, "Blood, blood, blood!"

Tiarnath> Werenth lifts his gorse splattered maw to creel at the golden beauty that has made her appearnce. He snags another wherry that stupidly gets to close. It lats out a terrifed sqwark before Wereth silences it forever with a cluth of his talons. The sounds of crunchin bone and ripping flesh is deafening as Werenthdrinks deeply of the flightless bird's blood. Werenth's wings beat at the air as he impatiently waits.

D'clan sits ing his chair, nuckles white as he cluches at the arms.

Kern wanders into the hall, whistling cheerfully, and makes a straight line for the klah pot.

Kaleum sits in a nother chair trying to get as much distance from the riders. Then turns to Fiona. "If you want you can probably see the flight in the landing field."

Tiarnath> Noeth bugles to the lovely Tiarnath as he grabs and messily kills a second wherry. Blood-covered jaws close on the beast's neck as the brown sucks greedily at the fluid of life.

Elny shoots a glare at Kern, then elbows one of her clutchmates before he can slip between her and Telinda.

Tiarnath> Rnayth finishes off his first kill quickly, the headless carcass laying there below his feet completely drained of whatever blood he could salvage from its meat. He leaves it behind, uninterested in eating it, desiring only to gain the energy that it can fuel him with. He also glows bright, like molten metal smelted on a blazing forge. His tail lashes behind him violently as he leaps across the field at yet another herdbeast. He catches it quickly, claws bringing it down in a tangle of limbs and wings. Then he's atop it, standing over his accomplishment like a king in glory. His wings vane, spreading to either side as wide as possible as he roars his fury and his lust. Violet eyes whirl with fanatic intensity as his gaze finds the gold almost automatically. Here, Queen, is a tribute to you!, his pose seems to indicate. Then he's dipping his head down, growling low as he accepts his due in crimson blood that he drains from the beast who's life he snuffed.

Fiona nods a little not quite sure what to do, she finishes her klah and looks around once more at the others before standing up and moving out towards the landing field.

Fiona strides over to the Landing Field.

Kern's whistling stops (not that it was very loud) as he quickly notices the tension in the hall. He frowns for a moment, then takes his mug and heads out the back door.

Kern walks out towards the Residences clearing.

Kaleum looks over at Dec, seeing that he is involved and walks over t the landing field. Unable to watch any longer.

Tr'bor walks over from the Landing Field.

Kaleum strides over to the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath's wings fan out in a filtered haze of Champagne and Pearl light, almost as if they were the sails of a splendid ship, sails hoisted to the main to test the fine breezes of the approaching evening. She rumbles, threateningly, at the indolent males in her feeding grounds, tail thrashing back and forth in fury as she considers the animals that try to evade her as if she were fire incarnate and set to devour them all. Truth in some, but not in all. She reaches out with a rapacious talon snaring a young herdbeast right across both jugular veins and carotid arteries. Crimson lifeblood fountains up in some sick parody of life as the gold lowers her head, ready to drink of the fluid and flesh that summons her.

Tr'bor looks considerably flustered. "He's a maniac!"

Tiarnath> Uarth ambles across from the Lakeside Meadow.

Elny's hair is still plastered to her head from riding sweeps as she shoots a glance at Tr'bor and tries to see Telinda over the brownrider in front of her.

K'laarn simply joins in Telinda's litany with a mantra of his own, perhaps to help remind her. "Blood." His voice is a low growl as he glances over Telinda to look at other riders nearby.

Telinda reaches out for the table to steady herself, swaying as she is on her feet. Like a young sapling, she moves, until - finally - that table top comes into contact with her hand. Her temple throbs with tiny capillaries, the pulse of her blood joining her lifemates.

Tiarnath> Uarth bellows! Sharding sweeps, when there's more important things to be doing! With a significant vehemence, he launches himself to a passing, unsuspecting herdbeast, sucking the carcass dry after a quick *snap* of the poor creature's neck. Blood running down his muzzle, the large brown bellows, red-eyed, toward Tiarnath.

J'mis licks his lips as he stares at Telinda, she's almost close enough to touch but his arms aren't moving, linked totally with his lifemate as it ends the life of another herdbeast.

Tiarnath> Werenth bounds a short distance across the field with a single beat of his wings. The muscels of his hind legs rippling under his bourboun hide. He catches a young herbeast completely unaware of his swift attack. He bites deeply into the beast, blood frothing forth of his might jaws. Shakeing his head he tosses the useless and draind carcas aside. His eyes glow with ruby light as he eyes the other dragons, no there is no challaege for him her. He lets out a mighty Roar across the field, fueled y the energy fo fresh blood.

Tiarnath> A quick flick of the neck and another crushed body flings away from Vagranth, his muzzle glistening with the energy giving blood as he readies his wings for the chase.

Tiarnath> Noeth licks his muzzle mostly clean and sits back on his haunches, awaiting the golden Tiarnath's leap towards freedom.

Mirfle moves towards the the Landing Field.

Cloud leaps away from Bertha's lap.

Cloud flies over to the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> A low angry hiss is directed at the other males, as Javanth crouches low, wings at a ready, eyes fixed on the golden form.

Avatar chirrups a greeting.

Tr'borgets himself a glass of juice in order to calm himself and sits in a corner, away from any commotion.

D'clan looks about the room for Kaleum, he didn't even notice her leave so tied up with his lifemate.

Tiarnath> Thwarted from the flesh from her lifemate, Tiarnath snarls, reluctantly drinking only the blood. A moment later, the corpse is limp, nothing remains of what was once there, and nonchalantly she tosses the pathetic bundle of flesh and bones in the direction of one of the males, hearing it contact with a sickening thump. There! That'll serve him right for being in her feeding grounds! Violet-tinged eyes, almost like the colour of her hide as Rukbat's dwindling light sets it coruscating with pinks and purples, contemplate her surroundings, then, in a flash of light she selects another unwilling victim. As the light dims somewhat, an unfortunate wherry can be seen twitching out the remains of it's life under her talons as she slices open it's belly and feasts on the blood that runs to pool like a puddle around her feet.

Tiarnath> A wherry, confused by all the rage and attacks about it, flies right into Rnayth, crashing into the bronze's flank. The dragon rears up with a bellow, claws slashing out as he turns to catch the big bird in the breast. His talons rake through flesh and feathers, scattering both as sanguine muzzle snaps away from downed herdbeast to bite off the head of the bird that will flee no more. He almost seems to suckle at the throat of the bird, tongue wrapping around the small creature before he spits out both head and body, feathers sticking to his neck and chest in a mess. HE shakes himself furiously, scattering feathers everywhere as his tongue rubs over his jowls, licking them clean. Rnayth bugles again, the need to make himself a known presence strong indeed. Slowly, like some giant behemoth he turns, glowering eyes searching the pens for something more, little bird not enough. Then he spots it, a calf bleating beside its injured and downed dam. He leaps atop it, giving it no time to consider an escape. In moments it too, is drained, its life's blood staining his jaws like a scarlet streak of sunset's light. His body tenses, muscles bunching and relaxing with anticipation of the chase.

Tiarnath> Uarth screams at the gold almost triumphantly. Attacking yet another beast, hide and head go flying as a gaping hole appears in the side of the animal, a large enough spigot for the brown to get his fill of the beast's warm life-fluid.
Telinda frowns, her light expression of earlier banished to darkness, her eyes darken, the blue no longer a sapphire but a fathomless ocean, almost black in it's depths. Concentration is evident in every line of her body, jaw set tight as she fights will to will with her gold.

Tiarnath> Werenth drools red spittle from his outh as he loots about for his next kill. He launches. An older, but still spry herd beast wanders to close and with a flash of bronze, almost as fast as lightning the creature is dead. Werenth guts the creature with a talon, organs from his last kill that stuck to his calws mingling with the slipply blue entrails. Werenth delitcatle licks out the inside of the carcas before discarding it thoughtlessly at his feet to intently watch the Gold Creature before him.

K'laarn stands straight and still, gaze focused on Telinda most of the time, though occasionally it briefly strikes out in search of other faces -- those of his challangers, or rather, the riders of those dragons that challange Rnayth. Violet eyes darken to join a scowl on his face for each one.

Elny returns glare for glare as she meets K'laarn's glance.

Tr'bor closes his eyes to the room around him, sweat beading and running down his face with the strain of keeping his lifemate under control.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath snaps and snarls -- a deep displeasing rumble of deep hatred from the unfathomable subterranean depths of her chest -- at a nearby male as he gets too close and dares her capricious temper. Eyes suffused with livid purple -- like that currently playing under the clouds, high, high above -- she twists around, tail balancing her adroitly as she waits for her next kill. As a retreating herdbeast slips in the blood-slick grass, a golden foreleg thumps down on it's tail stopping all hope of a retreat It writhes, screaming under the weight and pain, before another foreleg puts an end to that. Dragon-sized pinpricks of blood well up through the skin as Tiarnath releases the animal, maw descending to its head and the lifeforce contained within.

J'mis just leans there and drools, eyes staring at Telinda like there was nothing else on Pern, and for him there probably isn't anything else right now.

D'clan watches Telinda and stands soewhat shakily, his jaw clenched tight

Tiarnath> Noeth shies away from Tiarnath's snap, nearly bumping into another of the males and snapping at him.

Telinda shivers in the violence of her lifemate, eyes shutting over their glazed orbs for a brief moment before opening. Still no idea of what's happening in here she stands, hand resting on the table, the frown still pulling at her features. She is afterall not here in so many ways, most of her being out with her lifemate, feasting with her lifemate.

Tiarnath> Werenth outstreches his bloodsplattered wings to there fullest extent, creating an area about him and daring anyone to come close. He snarls and his teeth are stained dark. A deep throated growl begins to build steadily in his thoat as he regardes his rivals for such a beautiful prize

Tiarnath> Rnayth crouches tensely against the ground of the feeding pens, though he appears to be ready to rise into the sky at any given moment -- all he needs is the right signal, and that would be the flag of Tiarnath's golden tail rising into the sky above. He watches her like a predator after prey. His wings rustle at his sides, poised for flight as his tail flickers behind him, ready to aid. His muscles flex anxiously, relaxing and then bunching up again, giving him the look of a crucible of roiling metals at the point of boiling.

Tiarnath> Uarth launching himself off the ground and towards a small flock of wherries, he disembowels one a-purpose and another accidentally, splashing the crimson fluid across the pale patch on his chest, changing it into an eerie copy of the pulsing Red Star upwards in the skies. Sucking the blood from what's left of one, he rumples deep in his chest, red-violet eyes spinning faster and faster as he turns his lustful gaze at the object of his desire, the flashing golden Tiarnath.

Tiarnath> Nearly sated for the taste of that metallic-red fluid that dots her muzzle like some kind of obscene jewellery, Tiarnath shifts her gaze to the males, muscles surging with power under molten hide, as she consider them, a certain flirtatiousness apparent in her stance. A moment is all it seems they are worth, the appetite for the vital fluid of life more demanding. Lumbering away from two males that have captured the same beast, the animosity inherent in their stances and gazes, this gold thumps a foreleg down on another herdbeast and watches in some sick humour as it nigh on rips itself apart struggling to get away. Not waiting to see whether it is alive or dead, Tiarnath finishes rending the animal, the bones breaking or snapping out of joint before finally she feasts on the suppurate wound

Tiarnath> Javanth flicks his tail into the face of a brown that gets too close, then cripples a herdbeast that runs past him in terror. Talons clench in the blood-soaked ground as he waits for the gold to take to the air.

Tiarnath> Hunkering down, Uarth watches the golden body turn herself a surprisingly fetching shade of crimson. With a growly croon, he finishes off yet another squealing herdbeast, almost absorbing the creature's blood directly into his body.

Telinda's nails finally do their damage, digging into her palm, the blood welling up between her fingers. She snarls at a nearby rider -- echoing her lifemate or was he really too close?! Who knows.

Tiarnath> Terrifed, and having no where else to go, a group of wherries flock in Werenth's direction. Raising up on his hindlegs, and beating his wings to good effectthe bronze brings them to a terrified halt. Snaping out his forlegs he delivers doom to two of the birds. Tossing one of the wherries aside it lands with a sickening thud. The other he raises to his maw and bits of the head, spitting it out and drinking gredily from the blood flowing from the beast carotid artery as it's heart still beats, not yet realising it is dead. Finally sated he diposes of the carcas, shredding it viciously with his talons before dropping it carelessly to the ground. He bellows his impatients and pent up lust and rage to the sky

Tiarnath> Rnayth growls iritably at the other males that are invading the pens. If he could, he'd have it all to himself, and Tiarnath too. He watches them though, alert for any tricks or surprise attacks. Most of his attention, however, is on the gold. Violet eyes gleam darkly within the depths of a bronzed head, glowing like two amethysts lit from within. Streaks of sunlight bathe the bronze dragon, turning orange and gold and coppper into darker shades touched with pink and purple.

D'clan clutches onto a nearby table for support as his dragons pent up emotions sweep through him.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath bugles triumphantly at the carnage in the feeding grounds, the ichor now pounding through veins and arteries and demanding a different sort of release -- the release of flight! Shimmering waves of light, flickering through clouds above, makes her form seem to tremble in amongst the highlights of pearl, glowing brighter now than she ever did before. Hindmuscles tense, and she crouches, launching herself into the sky and leaving the males to squabble over the dust she leaves behind. Escape, sweet freedom!!

Tiarnath> You fly toward the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Javanth moves towards the the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Noeth moves towards the the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Uarth moves towards the the open sky above.

In the feeding grounds, Werenth's eyes flicker wildly with bright ruby and amatheyst light and he lets out a blood curdling challenge to the other dragons. He launches himself into the air, leaving the drained corpses behind, the ground of the field red and scattered with entrails. Primal urges fuel his heart as it pumps dark ichor around his body and his wings beat strongly as he fights for height. Catching a thermal he revels in the freedom of the sky, heady with lust and energy. Whipping his neck to search for the golden beauty and object for desire he arrows after her, gore splattered maw leading. She's mine!

In the feeding grounds, Rnayth flies toward the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Rnayth moves towards the the open sky above.

In the feeding grounds, Werenth soars to the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Werenth moves towards the the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Uarth launches himself towards the wetly gleaming golden dart, bugling some fool nonsense about his prowess and strength. Acrobatically, he swoops into a parallel but above spot behind Tiarnath's golden form.

In the Weyrhall, J'mis stands up in a hurry and smacks his knee against the table, with a loud "Youch!!"

All the riders move from the weyrhall to Telinda's cottage:

Telinda dashes through people on the landing field, attention on getting elsewhere and quick!

Tiarnath> Vagranth moves towards the the open sky above.

In the Weyrhall, D'clan stumbles out after the others

Tiarnath> Noeth launches himself after the queen, wings beating furiously.

In the Weyrhall, D'clan strides over to the Landing Field.

K'laarn opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath's Hollow

S'ard opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath's Hollow

Elny opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath's Hollow

Tr'bor opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath's Hollow

D'clan opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath's Hollow

Tiarnath> Vagranth leaps into the sky and then is suddenly startled and bugles towards the weyrhall, not paying attention to the fact he's a good dragonlength off of the ground now. He struggles to regain his course but then flaps madly as he crashes down into one of the wherry pens, sending wood planks and startled wherries flying in all directions.

Tiarnath> Vagranth soars to the feeding grounds below.

K'laarn walks through the doorway and glances around the familiar surroundings. Then he sees all of the other riders here too, automatic grounds for another scowl to plaster itself over his face at this double invasion. First everyone fondles his weyrmate, now they get to fawn at her in his own home. Pleasure is the furthest emotion that could be described on his face.

Tr'bor woodenly follows along, glass still clutched tightly in his hand but forgotten.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath's form quickly diminishes in size as this agile gold heads for safe distance, away from ground zero and the carnage behind her, though the blood's still with her, helping to fuel her powerful downsweeps. Wings, fully outstretched in majestic glory, seek to learn the rules of the dance this fine autumn evening. Caressing the air, her wingtips tilt first one way and then the other, searching for a thermal to boost her upwards and forwards. As soon as she finds her thermal partner, leading edges snap taunt, sending her high, disappearing further and further into the distance. The steps of this intricate aerial ballet are soon learnt, with a spirit full of the joys of flight.

In the Weyrhall, J'mis falls flat on his back clutching his knee, just mumbling 'oww oww oww' over and over again, his face clenched in pain.

Tiarnath> The shinning membranes of Werenth's majestic wings flutter like the sails of a ship in a storm as he rides the thermals high. He stays a little back from the pack of male dragons, clustering like racing yachts around a marker, and watches that beautiful golden creaturee with a canny glint in his red filled eyes. Trying to anticipate what direction she will tack to, which way the winds will take her.

Tiarnath> In the afternoon light, Javanth's golden bronze hide glows nearly as brightly as Tiarnath's as he sweeps through the sky after the lovely gold. His wings sweep powerful through the air, raising him quickly up after his quarry.

Telinda leans back towards one of the easy chairs, desperately seeking the fabric she knows is there, somewhere. She stays well away from the sleeping area, eyeing it with gross mistrust. Finally, reaching the chair, she slumps backwards, several items of clothing left from earlier dropping unheeded to the floor.

S'ard lends against one wall, and continues to stare at TElinda. His hands clench and unclench.

Tiarnath> Noeth works furiously to gain speed and altitude, but other, fresher males do a better job of it. The brown bugles indignantly as several bronzes swoosh past him.

Elny is elbowed aside by a couple of older bronzeriders.

D'clan hangs uneaily in the doorway, clutching at the frame

Tiarnath> Uarth wings his large sleek form after the golden form firmly in his eyes, speeding after her, ignoring all other males and distractions. A thermal grabs ahold of him and forces him upwards farther than he anticipates. Recorrecting and angling downwards a bit towards Tiarnath, he feels a rush of exhilaration as he bellows his feelings of undying lust at the golden beauty before him.

Tiarnath> Rnayth climbs upwards after the queen who's golden body blazes like the last of the fading sunlight that disappears over the horizon. He chases those lingering rays that are the glowing gold as his wings beat a steady cacaphony, the tune by which his dance is performed. His wings take him through the thermals, flirting with them but for a moment as if he were waltzing his way toward the most desired partner on a floor in a ballroom. His wings flare out around him like a brilliant copper-limned cloak. Shadows as night falls dim the usually brilliant hues, making him appear like a dazzling, yet mysterious stranger.

Tiarnath> With a resounding bugle, Tiarnath teases the pathetic males still far behind her. She is alone up here, high above all the clouds and flying above the ocean that sparkles with the valediction of night below her, as it spreads like a bruise over the waning daylight. Up here, she is the fourth celestial sphere - as Rukbat says farewell to the horizon, Belior and Timor rise, and in their midst is Tiarnath. Below, she is the shadow that flies along the surface of the darkening ocean, the shadow that fails to even part the crests of waves, nor sends a ripple to worry its denizens. Her course is plotted, her destination unknown but charted on some map surely. Deviating a fraction, she uses another thermal to push her onwards, like a spring tide, rushing in to meet and surpass previous tidal lines.

Tiarnath> Noeth bugles, a descending note, as the last of the other males passes him by. Tiring, the brown circles down and back towards the Weyr.

Elny makes a sniffing noise and turns, running out of the cottage.

Tiarnath> Thermal caught, Javanth soars effortlessly after the gold, till off course he quickly corrects, banking before a smaller bronze from Ierne and sending him spinning towards the ocean. He bugle of amusement is lost far behind as he sweeps after the golden form.

Elny swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow.

Tiarnath> Noeth flies toward the open meadow below.

Telinda brushes her hand through her hair, setting the golden curls to tumble loosely around her face. A smile touches her lips like a sunlight flickering through autumn trees. Eyes partially shut, she follows her lifemate, up there with her, high high! Surely no one can catch her!

Tiarnath> Werenth archs his wings, catching Rukbut's rays and reflecting them much like the ocean below him. He sacrafices a little altitude for speed, diping a little below most of the dragons but flying quickly. His tail lashes the air behind him. He hits another thermal and beats his wings franticaly for a moment as he struggles for hold but s soon rising rapidly in the air. She won't get away from him, he'll catch her and show her how a dead leaf can fly!

Tr'bor squeezes his hands around the glass, small cracks appearing in the fragile container.

Tiarnath> Rnayth is like the eratic sphere of the red star as it crosses through its orbit in Pern's skies. Only his desire is to be a satelite of Tiarnath, clinging closely. He flies a wild, and strange pattern through the sky, drifting one direction for a moment as he avoids a downdraft that would like to pressure him away and instead contacts a rising wind that buffets his wings and lends him speed. That red-bronze star drifts ever closer, though no dangerous thread seems likely to fall from his passage.

Tiarnath> The unmapped star in the encroaching night sky that is Tiarnath, glances back speculatively. Eyes flash like lightening might at sunset, the purple cast predominating against the night sky. She rumbles in amusement at their attempts before turning her attention back to the enjoyment of before - the focus of flight. Aileron pushes through air -- pushing it up and over, as she swaps thermals here and there to accrue precious advantages - easy as swimming through ocean waters when the briny expanse gives support and added buoyancy. Like an oar stroke, air continues to thrum over membranes, giving her the power she needs to propel herself forward.

Tiarnath> Uarth shrieks defiance at these big bulky bronze forms constantly trying to muscle in on his action. Red-violet whirling eyes refocus on his target, wind buffetting his large head. Swooping downwards, he slides neatly between two larger forms and noses out ahead of the pack a touch, constantly vying for the attentions of said 'action,' hoping that she'll tire soon and see that flying away from him is shameless flirting and should see the folly of her ways in possibly letting one of these bronzes have her.

K'laarn leans against the wall of the cottage, though his eyes, as violet as his dragons when he's in lust, drift over his weyrmate's body. Nothing else but she seems to matter now. Not the people around him, not those other riders eager to have her for themselves. Only her, and Tiarnath.

Tiarnath> Werenth raises higher and higher. Like Icarus to the Sun so to does Werenth rise to Rukbat. Reveling in the freedom of flight the rays of the red sun glint of his hise and send shimmering mote of light down his hide as he pumps his muscles with lust-filled fevour. The membranes of his wings continue to crack as he sweeps after the object of his desire. Passing close to a younger brown he lets out a deep throated growl as he powers by

Telinda frowns, furrows creasing every line of her forehead, as she urges her lifemate on, oblivious to her surroundings. Forever on, don't look back! Her expression almost says. Hands clenched, muscles hard in tension, she encourages her lifemate to keep avoiding them.

Tiarnath> Rnayth uses that unmapped star for his guidance and direction as his body plunges through an ocean of appearing stars like the prow of a boat through a still lake reflecting the sky. His wings snap out like the sails of a mighty ship that direct the body below. Each wind he chooses changes his course though that gleaming celestrial body remains the north star. A wind clashes with him, determined to change his speed and strength. He skirts around it, sailing against it, seeking the harbor that surely lays near that burning gold.

Tiarnath> As fluid as the colours flowing over his hide, Javanth weaves his way to the front of the pack, making up for his early miscalculation. He surges through the males with powerful strokes of his wings, sweeping past slower or smaller browns and bronzes.

D'clan closes his eyes, his breath comming in deep ragged breaths

Tiarnath> Tiarnath bugles, the sound smug in tone as she inaugurates some teasing of these males - have to give them some chance, the competition isn't fair as it stands. She slows a little, dropping back to drip sarcasm and scorn on the chasing browns and bronzes, then uses some of the precious reserve of strength to drive forward once more. Time and time again she uses this trick, sometimes banking to the right, sometimes to the left, sometimes dropping a little, but never far enough to be caught. Like a game of chess, she tempts them into 'mate' but no 'checkmate' here, not yet, not now. For now she contents herself with wiping as many pieces from the board as some of the older and less experienced males drop from the competition.

Tiarnath> Javanth plows steadily on, banking as needed to keep the gold in his sights and within his reach, not a pawn in Tiarnath's gmae of chess.

Tiarnath> Sliding his way through the thinner air faster than the older beasts trying to catch the pinnacle of all that is good and beautiful, Uarth sidles his way upwards again, trying to swoop closer to Tiarnath. His wings starting to gain a touch of heaviness, he starts a loud thrumming in his chest that is heard even overtop of the slamming winds at this height.

Tiarnath> Werenth sweeps gracefully along as Tiarnath leads the merry chase. Banking left and right, dipping and rising he passes some of the other pieces, much like a checker hoping diagonaly across the board. He will be kinged by this beautiful Queen

Telinda's head tilts backwards, a sensuous smile playing across her lips as her hand raises to run down her cheek and neck. She shivers, something of excitement, something of anticipation, then giggles. Her eyes remain glazed and not focussed on anything or anyone in this room.

Tiarnath> Rnayth may not be the ultimate master of the game, but he's determined to use his canny intelligence, and the small strength of his body to plot a stragey that'll win him this one. He is but a small pawn, but he is determined to take the queen in an a special move, perhaps a surprise. He stays steady on his course, her teasing not detering him. She may appear to be accessible at times, but he knows better, not giving into the ploys of that player. He waits, and bides his time, choosing when he'll make his move as he darts to the right of the 'board' and then to the left, moving across in simple movements.

Finally noticing anything other than himself and the feelings rushing through him from Uarth, Tr'bor notices that his hand is bleeding ever so slightly from the cracked glass, and sets it down. Clenching his large hands to stem the trickle of blood, he clenches his eyes shut and urges his lifemate onwards.

K'laarn's breath sucks in at the pose Telinda strikes. Eyes stare, fixated and hungry, lingering first on her face, and focusing there obssessed.

Blood drips from the corner of S'ard's mouth as he chews on his lower lip, eyes still steadily staring at Telinda.

D'clan opens his eyes and looks about in surprise at his surrounding, so taken up with his lifemates need. There is a hint of wildness to his eyes.

D'clan mutters, "Faster"

Tiarnath> Tiarnath, tiring now in spite of the games she continues to play, attempts another tactic and flies towards the coastline. Reaching them she seeks for the power of all the elements - the power of the heat from the earth, that, when combined with the cool water of the ocean crashing against the cliffs, pushes thermals into the air and finally, the fire that courses through her veins and arteries, fueling muscle and sinew. It gives her a little more time to avoid what must be the ordained conclusion, but it beckons like a lover's embrace, or like the end to a perfect romantic evening.

Tiarnath> Uarth pumps his wings harder, finding a hidden reserve of strength as the endorphins release themselves into his system. The giant vanes propel him faster towards his target, gleaming closer and closer with every flap.

Tiarnath> Perhaps old, but still in his prime and experienced with 21 turns of chasing golds and greens, Javanth sweeps after the lovely gold. He catches a thermal as he reaches the coastline, rising high over the gold into the sky. Wings closed to his sides he dives for the gold he finds below him, coming in from behind and above, a bugle of triumph echoing through the sky.

Telinda's eyes snap open and she looks around her tiny cottage - no glares is a more accurate and precise term for the burning in her eyes! How dare they be here! How dare their lifemates chase hers. The audacity! "Fly, Tia, fly!" she murmers, though that too comes out as a low gutteral moan.

S'ard's hand close tight, nails digging into his palms as JAvanth dives. He takes an involuntary step forward, but forces himself back against the wall.

Tiarnath> Werenth flips his wing, banking to the left, and follows along the course mapped out by the Queen. The sun rays reflecting of his shiny scales make his a streak of fire across the sky. flying between two brown dragons he resembles a torent of lava flowin dow the side of volcano. Mush like the Lava there is nothing that is going to stop his flow as he pushes on hard with his last reserves of engry. The flaps of his wings growing slower now as he rises and falls in the air. His jaw is clenched tight, his incisors just peeking though his still blood stained lips. Determined now to finish this and be vicorious

D'clan speaks quietly to himself, pushing to stand upright, "Go, faster, fly"

Tiarnath> Rnayth speeds his way toward Tiarnath, comming in from above like an otherworldly burst of flame combined with metals and earth in the form of a meteor that burns up when it hits the atmosphere. He streaks across the night-darkened sky like this visitor from the outer reaches of space, a melding of all elements into one. There is just enough left as he surges forward toward the gleaming gold in order to strike down, just enough to create an explosion of ectasy to light the entire sky. He is above, and maybe slightly to the right, though he's listing closer as the gravity carries him there. There is almost nothing to stop this mighty force flung from afar and so intent on its purpose.

K'laarn breathes shallowly and agitatedly as his body grows tense through the passage of time.

Tr'bor pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his forehead on them, wiping sweat on his pants.

Tiarnath> A brief upcurrent, and a rising thermal sends Tiarnath's form up and towards the right a little. Enough for her to become encased in a tangle of wings, necks and legs - a struggle to wrest herself from the entanglement in an unavailing enterprise culminating in a earpiercing screech, like fingernails scraping down a blackboard. Then as if she was consumed by the fire that threatened to overcome her before and re-hatched from the ashes like some myth, Tiarnath's mood changes. The protest of her scream modulates to a passionate croon - the fire still there, but now changed. Her neck and tail curl with Rnayth's as they descend slowly towards the ocean. Below, two images - gold and bronze interlocked and superimposed -- become one and slowly get larger.

Tiarnath> Javanth dives pass the gold, and looks back to see where she went. He shrieks his anger as the gold is caught, and moves closer and closer to the ocean below. At the last moment, he spots his danger and with the sound of thunder slows his descent, rising once more into the sky and back towards the weyr.

Tiarnath> Uarth bugles in dejection and frustration, and wings his way downwards away from the gold and her bronze suitors.

Tiarnath> Javanth flies toward the sky over the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Javanth moves towards the the sky over the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Javanth soars to the broad Landing Field below.

Tiarnath> Uarth soars to the open meadow below.

Tiarnath> Rnayth roars his triumph for all to hear, like an explosion blast of two mighty forces comming together in one blazing moment. He does not subcomb to Tiarnath's struggles, but keeps tight hold upon her until they can fuse together as one, single entity for a brilliant and shining instant. His tail curls possessively around Tiarnath's as he grips her with confidence and sureness.

Tiarnath> Werenth creels an ear pieceing shierk and dives towards the pair. Before that even starts he breaks of at his lifemates mental urging and heads inland with furious beats of his wings to find a hollow to sulk in

Tr'bor crumples in on himself and sighs. Picking up his glass and himself, he silently staggers out.

Tr'bor swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow.

S'ard gasps softly and turns as he mvoes out of the cottage slowly, looking even more tired than he did when he arrived at the weyr.

S'ard swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow.

D'clan blinks back into reality and stares at Telinda an K'laarn. He nods grrimly and stumbles out to head to his own weyr

D'clan swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow.